Arnordir

Arnordir – A few months ago I bought a batch of film at a second-hand shop in Calais for a pittance. The set had been out of date for twelve years and was beginning to be eaten away by rust. To make sure nothing got lost, I spent three summers on the Carnot dyke, a long stretch of concrete almost three kilometres out to sea. I photographed with a camera I’d found at a local Emmaus, then developed the film at home, mixing in a little seawater. The whole is a mixture of salt walls and sandmen.